In the Spring of 1984, I had the unbelievable gift of going to Mazatlan, Mexico with my stepdaughter. As most, if not all stories on Literotica are fantasies or
at best, some ones dreams, this is a true story in every detail. Hope you enjoy it.
MEXICO SPRING BREAK
We had parked my car on the Arizona side of the border. My stepdaughter and I were on our way to Mazaltan. She had won a bikini-contest the spring break before, and having no current boyfriend, asked me to go with her. I was somewhat reluctant as I'm 47 and being with all those young college kids was not my idea of a 7 day vacation. Her Mom and I had been separated for the last couple of months. She pleaded and cajoled selling me on the idea that we would have no costs other than our meals and drinks and she desperately wanted to go. We went to the train station on the Mexican side and along with about 100 other college kids boarded the train for the 18 hour trip. This train made our U.S.freight trains seem like luxury. The seats were rickety and stained, the cars smelled, and the bathrooms were disgustingly filthy. They had to be at least 40 years old. Along with us, as everyone else, we had our cooler, with sandwiches, soft drinks, some wine coolers, snacks, and the like and had it tucked between our seats.
My guess is that there were probably 300 cases of beer on board just in the 3 cars for this group. It was early AM, and by the time the train actually got under way, it was close to noon. Needless to say drunkenness was the order of the day. These are college kids on the loose. We had agreed earlier that we would tell no-one what our relationship was and just let them guess, and surmise.
We thought that most would think that I was her sugar daddy, or at best an older brother. Did I mention that my step daughter is gorgeous. Long, flowing dark brown hair to her shoulders, great tits, superb legs (she is a dancer and a cheerleader) a smoldering smile, long manicured fingers and real class. We knew we would be sharing a hotel room, with twin beds, and that was OK. To tell the truth, I had never seen her naked, only in a bikini.
By 2-3 in the afternoon, after making a number of stops, for what we never knew, many of the boys were absolutely stinking drunk along with some of the girls. As crowded as each car was with luggage, coolers, beer cases, and bodies in every conceivable position, along with the heat, quiet had started to become obvious. Many of the awake and somewhat sober kids would walk back and forth to the open side doors at each end of the train, just to get some fresh air, or in many cases, many of the boys just had to hang out the door, even when the train was moving, to pee. At each unscheduled stop, many of the girls would jump off to relieve themselves in the desert brush, and run to catch up as the train started to move again.
All in all, it was sort of amusing to me to watch youth partying hardy. Neither of us drank, so we were really watching everything going on and making quiet comments to each other. Many of the guys stopped to hit on her (she was on the aisle) and she would toy with them. She is a really good tease. With her black tank top her more than ample tits were easily outlined. Everyone would discreetly ask her who I was and she would just laugh them off without saying anything.
There was this one girl who kept going by and hanging out at the end of the car. She was cute. Blonde, short hair, pretty face, a little short, appeared to have big tits, shapely legs, and a cute pixie look about her. Several guys would amble up to her and try to kiss her or feel her up but she fended most of them off.
By 6-7 in the early evening most every one was sleeping as the sun faded. We had both gotten up to stretch our legs, pee, or just be friendly many times. By now, everyone was on a first name basis, and every college had been identified. College fight songs were being sung by those from each school. The cute one, whose name was Kristen, was from U. of Texas, and had stopped to chat with us several times. On one of my trips for fresh air to an open side door, she squeezed in a very crowded area and ended up right next to me. We made small talk, and then she reached up and gave me a little kiss. She didn't ask any questions just looked up into my face, smiled, and pushed her body into me as the train made its usual lurches, and then kissed me again, but this time probing my lips and putting her tongue to work, trying to get me to respond. I didn't.
I looked down to her adorable face and said, "Kristen, how old are you?"
She looked up at me, tried again to kiss me, and I held her off.
"I just turned 19." She said.
We were swaying with the movement of the train and I had to grab us to keep from being jostled about, and as I reached for her shoulders to steady us, the train tilted around a curve and my one hand ended up on her tit. I quickly removed it, and mumbled,
"Sorry".
She reached up, took my hand and placed it right on her tit.
She said, "Don't you like me?"
I was lost for words. My mind was racing trying not to hurt her, and still maintain some maturity.
"Kristen", I said, "I'm way too old for you and there are guys on this train that have the hots for you. I've watched you kissing some of them."
It was probably the wrong thing to say to her but I had blurted it out. Her response floored me.
"Well, are you fucking the girl you're with?"
What do I do now? If I tell her the truth, the word is out, and I'll have spoiled the trip for my step daughter. I lied.
"Yes, for some time now." I said meekly.
"Oh, that explains it" she said.
"Explains what?" I inquired.
"Well, you're older than her, she doesn't leave your side and won't let any guy near her."
I needed to get out of this situation really quick. She abruptly squirmed out and left me standing there. By now it was not unusual to see the various girls and guys making out, feeling each other up, and paring off for the coming days and nights. Some of the girls were running around topless with tits bouncing all over all with various sizes, large and small nipples, some very dark and some very pink, and most were in some state of arousal. The array was awesome. Some were even running around with just their panties on.
This had the makings of a real fuck fest for these kids. All the semi-nude, groping, kissing, feeling didn't bother any of them. I really felt out of place. On returning to my seat by the window, there was a young guy in my seat and I think he was swallowing my step daughter whole. She was in a torrid embrace and a passionate kiss and had his hand under her t-shirt playing with her tits.
I sort of said, "Ahem!" He broke the kiss, looked up and said,
"Oh, sorry Sir.!"
Shit, now what do I do. Sir?' I hadn't been called sir, since my military days. He got out of my seat, kissed her lightly and I sat down. I said nothing. She tried to get herself together and said,
"I'm sorry. He's really cute and I like him."
I had to tell her about Kristen, and see how we were going to handle this. I mean, here's my sexy 19 year old step daughter, making out with this young man, probably wants to spend time with him when we get to the hotel, and she's got me, her 47 year old step dad hanging around. I told her about Kristen, and all of my concerns, being very straight forward.
"How are you going to enjoy this trip if I'm hanging around?. None of these guys will approach you if I'm there."
She looked me straight in the eye and said,
"We'll find a way. You know I love you and I know you love me. You just need to loosen up and enjoy yourself. If you like Kristen, go for it. You've been separated from Mom for some time now, you've got to be horny."
Well, I certainly was, and getting worse, watching all these young nubile women parading and having no hang-ups at all, but I couldn't bring myself to say that to her.
"I've been watching your reaction, and I know your cock is as hard as a rock watching all these girls. You need to get laid."
